You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 901: Living Together

Seeing that Changqing was about to die, Yun Qinghan couldn't help but shake his head.

"Tsk, it's been so long, I thought you could reach the Enlightenment Realm, but how come you're becoming more and more fragile!" Yun Qinghan straightened Chang Qing up and said impatiently, "You brought this upon yourself. I was just worried about the condensation of the laws! You're just a pillow when you're sleepy."

Xie Xinyu also lowered his body, looking at Chang Qing's haggard appearance, and gently placed his hand on Chang Qing's shoulder, giving him a ray of hope: "I guess Senior Brother has had a hard time these past few years~"

"Junior Sister Jie's skills are becoming more and more profound. It seems that it won't be long before you become the fastest among us!" Chang Qing felt the vast vitality in Jie Xinyu's body, as well as the purity of the vitality flowing into her body. If the old monster saw it, he would definitely be drooling.

Before Xie Xinyu could say anything, Yun Qinghan spoke up first, "That's right. Xinyu's cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds in the past year, even we are far behind. It seems that the Southern Region is restricting Xinyu's development."

From afar, two figures, one big and one small, came with three little kids. When they saw the figure sitting on the high platform, they were overjoyed.

Li Mengyu, like a water arrow, flashed to Jiaocang's back and said, "Uncle Cang, I miss you. My senior sister bullies me when you are not around~" The tearful kid complained first.

He Niaoniao snorted coldly: "Uncle Cang, don't worry about it for now. He is such a grown-up, but he doesn't repent. Instead, he is the first to complain. Well, let him learn a lesson today."

Jiao Cang gave Li Mengyu a look: You'd better fend for yourself, kid.

Soon, the screams of pigs being slaughtered were heard in the distance.

The three children they brought with them came to the back of Zhong Baixuan, Yun Qinghan, and Ling Yu, and clasped their fists in a very formal manner, "Master."

Looking at the few bright and intelligent boys, Chang Qing became interested: "Are you accepting disciples? Why are they all little kids this young?"

"Ice Lord asked us to take them in. He said that these babies were born from the rain of blessings after the Demon Lord's death. They have spiritual roots and will definitely achieve great things in the future. Ice Lord helped us pick out the most promising babies from hundreds of newborns. They are the most suitable for us to hone our character. We also saw that these babies are quite spiritual and liked them very much, so we took them in."

"Then... why are they being taken care of by two little guys?" Chang Qing asked the most concerned question, looking at the three of them with a teasing look.

Zhong Baixuan smiled awkwardly. Ling Yu lowered his head as if he hadn't heard anything. Only Yun Qinghan put his hands on his hips and said without hesitation, "So what's going on?!"

There was no trace of timidity in this look, but instead everything seemed natural.

Changqing was embarrassed, it seemed that there was no room for negotiation on this matter.

"Well, everyone, sit still. This half-hour of teaching will determine how much you can comprehend. It all depends on you."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone found a place to sit down. He Niaoniao and the other two who had been playing around also quickly sat back down. The expressions of the cultivators were serious. Such a big scene made them stop looking down on him. To be treated like this by these 'big shots' of the Yuling Sect, he must have some abilities. Thinking of this, they immediately sat up straight and focused their minds on the sea of ​​qi.

"I observe mayflies, born in the morning and dying in the evening, yet they can also witness the beauty of a great swan. From sitting in a well observing the sky, to ascending into the universe and glimpsing the true wonders, though the years are short, they are also a reflection of us. We arise from the subtle and strive our whole lives to seek the great way. The universe is eternal. We can also be called mayflies, born in the morning and dying in the evening. So, how is life and death different from that of mayflies?"

As they spoke, a haze suddenly appeared on Changqing's body. They gradually couldn't see where Changqing was. The surroundings turned into dust and dissipated, and they were the only one left in the world.

In the silent darkness, suddenly, bursts of noisy good news rang out.

Following the sound, I saw a scroll unfolding in front of me. The painting showed a thatched courtyard of a farmhouse. Countless ink-ink figures were looking at the baby being carried out by the midwife and congratulating the owner of the house. The scene was extremely lively.

Suddenly they heard the sound of the tide coming, and they scanned with their spiritual sense and were immediately shocked. A huge black wave rolled towards them in the darkness. They tried to mobilize their spiritual power, but found that since some time ago, their palms had become small and tender, and were soon swept up by the sea of ​​ink, turning into a drop of ink that stretched out on the scroll, becoming the tiny person in the midwife's arms.

Time flies, and the years pass by like a shuttle. Life goes on peacefully without any accidents. The little man grows up and becomes accustomed to the trivialities of life. He sees the light passing through the sky and runs out of the yard in a hurry. Looking at this ink-like world, he learns of the existence of immortals. He seems unwilling to give up. Life is like a dream, but he still can't hide the excitement of becoming an immortal in his heart. He packs his bags, says goodbye to his family, and embarks on a long journey.

He raised his head to look at the towering mountain gate and made up his mind again, but in just half a moment, he walked down the mountain dejectedly. Without spiritual roots, he could not become an immortal. He was still unwilling to give up. As time passed, he visited several immortal gates but to no avail.

When you are physically and mentally exhausted, you suddenly realize what you are seeking. When you give up completely and return to the countryside, you find that your parents are old and have passed away long ago, leaving only yourself with white hair and beard in the mirror. The immortal has troubled you all your life. You sit half-crazy in a pond, looking at the mayfly struggling out of the water. Suddenly you wake up, and the old ink figure in the scroll falls to the ground in a trance, and you regret it for the rest of your life.

They sighed deeply. Though they were clearly young boys and girls, their minds felt like those of old men. The sixty years in the painting were also their own experiences. But at this moment, they were mostly grateful, feeling that it was just a dream, everything was false, everything was an illusion.

But the next moment, when he looked sideways, he saw hundreds of scrolls covering him, and the figures on the scrolls were all himself.

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On the high platform, wisps of yin and yang energy drifted away, almost isolating and rejecting the sunlight. Changqing's mouth curled up slightly, but his eyes were narrowed to a slit, but a little starlight was reflected in his eyes. Except for a few people in front of him who were silently digesting their insights, most of the disciples still held on to luck and were only grateful, without any thoughts about themselves. This was also what Changqing wanted.

"Time cannot be stopped, and destiny cannot be taken away. The universe is vast, and the world is full of vicissitudes. The path of cultivation is nothing more than immortality. There are countless people who strive for this path, but have you ever heard of anyone who has found immortality?"

The voice was like piercing stone, striking at the heartstrings. In the endless darkness, the already solidified picture in front of them suddenly changed, the colorful stars shone brightly, and then they lost consciousness.

In the outside world, on the pulpit, Changqing's palm began to slide, and Yin and Yang turned into thin threads, which Changqing began to weave. In the infinite changes of Yin and Yang, invisible and intangible secret forces involved thousands of Qi. The entire world and mountains and rivers were connected with the indescribable power of heaven and earth. The world turned dark yellow again, and chaos ran through it, evolving the human world, just like the way of heaven evolved Yin and Yang in the beginning.

"I will grant you the opportunity to perform and live through a hundred lifetimes together. I will see if you have the ability to glimpse immortality!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Yin-Yang threads and the power of the Mirage Dragon together weaved a large world. Hundreds of threads on everyone's body connected and worked together to deduce.

In the dream, the figures on the Baizhang scroll all moved, as if they were divided into a hundred parts, going through a hundred lives together, competing for opportunities in a hundred lives, one to get a glimpse of immortality, the other to get a glimpse of eternal life.